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March 22, 2013 / Fantelius

A Sign of Hard Times

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This is a picture of a shop window, a closed shop. The business went bad. We see a reflection of a car going by. The light in the window shines down on a wall that was damaged when a display was torn away.

This is one of my favorite reflective photos. I talk to it the way one talks to an analyst. The patterns can be interpreted in many ways. They talk to me, guide my thoughts in many directions.

My walls are full of reflective pictures. Regardless of their effectiveness, they are much cheaper than psychoanalysts. Their objectivity is comforting and they never lie.

 

 

“My mind guides me,
sometimes above the clouds and sometimes into a fog.”
Dartwill Aquila

March 21, 2013 / Fantelius

Shadows of the Mind

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The pure light of common truth
struggles through the jungle of emotions.
The shadows creep and sway
as we try to herd our desires
in a civilized way.

 

 

“Feelings flow. Desires grow.
Mind says no. Body says go.
Oh, oh, oh! Who’s to know?
Start the show.”
Dartwill Aquila

March 20, 2013 / Fantelius

Incomplete Souls, False Gods and Constipated Hearts

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(This is the 7th in a series on racism that appears on the 20th of every month.)

God is for everyone. Even the atheists. God, the sacred uniting force, is for everyone. And God is God no matter what any individual does, says, wears, reads, lives, visits, worships or prays. No individual’s actions or beliefs can changed the nature of God. Any God that is not everyone’s God is a false god. There are many false gods and all too few people worship the one and only God, that sacred force that is for everyone.

Our souls are part of the universal human soul, the soul of humanity. Those who regard their own personal soul as independent of humanity’s common soul, have an incomplete soul, a damaged soul. God can’t access its core and its core strength is not strong enough to reach God.

Our hearts beat to the pulse of humanity. If an individual heart does not beat in harmonious rhythm with the pulse of humanity, it cannot flow with love. It becomes a small hard irritating staccato, a constipation in the passage of universal love. It is out of step with the rhythm of humanity, out of tune with the song of the soul, and out of grace with spirit of God.

Love the God of everyone with a merciful heart and an open soul and God will fill the body of humanity with holy strength and universal love.

by Jess, SoJ

 

 

“The heart that doesn’t beat to the pulse of humanity is
out of step with the rhythm of humanity,
out of tune with the song of the soul,
and out of grace with the spirit of God.”
Jess, SoJ

March 19, 2013 / Fantelius

Servants of Stability

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When the time comes they will do their job for the right boat.
The time will come. Will the boat?

 

 

“The earth is spinning around its axis
while orbiting around a sun racing around
the galaxy.
And you crave stability. You’re dizzy!”
Dartwill Aquila

March 18, 2013 / Fantelius

The Minds Vision

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We don’t see with our eyes. Our eyes are but lenses. We see with our minds. Our minds are shaped by our experience and the information that pours over us all the time and everywhere from the owners of the channels of information. When we learn to see with our souls, visions of nature fills our minds and love grows in our hearts.

 

 

“A human is a great collection of tiny elements.
A speck of a star that can see beyond the stars.”
Dartwill Aquila

March 17, 2013 / Fantelius

Peace in the Evening

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The day is leaving
taking light and warmth with it.
The lake calmly rocks its fishes to sleep.
The sky tells the mountains
a goodnight tale.
The branches bend in prayer
for the health of future flowers.

 

 

“Everyone can do everything that anyone can do.
Everyone can do many things that most people can do.
Everyone can do something that no one else can do.
Everyone can do what needs to be done.”
Dartwill Aquila

March 16, 2013 / Fantelius

Signs & Symbols

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Symbols stimulate ours senses in different ways.
What is holy to some is meaningless to some and antagonistic to others.
Symbols speak without words and are consequently easily misunderstood. By everyone.

Signs speak a simple language that everyone can understand. The buds on the branches for example are signs that spring is on the way.

We can also see signs and symbols where none exist. That’s the territory of poets and fools. The bird can be a symbol of life’s ability to fly higher than human creations. The sign of copper-oxide running down the wall can symbolize green blood as a reminder of pain or the crucifixion of the environment.

 

 

“Sometimes we think too much.
Sometimes we don’t think enough.
Sometimes we think we think when we remember what others have thunk.”
Dartwill Aquila

March 15, 2013 / Fantelius

A Bouquet for Decay

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We hear the phrase ”To big to fail” echo down from heights of wealth and power.
An opposite phrase heard for centuries stated, ”The bigger they are the harder they fall.”
Which phrase is right?

We call upon some strands of grass to make a comment.
A couple of tree seeds have something to say as well.
A group of simple flowers smiles politely and asks the exposed bricks for its opinion.
The bricks claim that they don’t have time to deal with such trivial questions.
At the mention of time, the grass, seeds and flowers giggle in the breeze.

 

 

“Our ability to perceive 170 thousand years*
equals the ability of mice to perceive the size of the earth.”
(*The span of Homo sapiens existence.)
Dartwill Aquila

March 14, 2013 / Fantelius

Unique Similarity

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An un-manipulated scene from Stockholm South (Söder)

 

We are all alike and each one of us unique.
We are alike in our need to dance with life,
unique in the steps we take and the rhythm of our passion.
We are shaped by the smiles we meet
and the tasks we embrace.
We are individual guests of the earth
in the body of the human community.
We are humans,
a reflection of life’s most magnificent dream.

 

 

“Your face looks not like mine,
but our striving souls intertwine
singing in harmony sublime.”
Dartwill Aquila

March 13, 2013 / Fantelius

The Demand of the Morning Light

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Sometimes the morning light insists that you say thanks for the gift of beauty. Turn up the humble in your heart and invite your soul to dance. Then fall into the arms of harmony and float on greatfulness.

 

 

“Life has many ways to tell you that she loves you.”
Dartwill Aquila